“Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the Kingdom.” – Luke 12:32
“In truth I tell you, anyone who does no welcome the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” – Mark 10:15
“If the child is to take refuge in the arms of his father, he must be, and know that he is, small and needy.” – St. Josemaria Escriva
“God is both refuge and strength for us, a help always ready in trouble; so we shall not be afraid though the earth be in turmoil, though mountains tumble into the depths of the sea, and its waters roar and seethe, and the mountains totter as it heaves.” – Psalm 46:1-3
All these came up in my prayer today, without the slightest bit of searching.
Lately Abba has been helping me to choose faith in Him in the midst of hard times, choosing to stay joyful in His care even if my earthly surroundings would seem to dictate otherwise. This morning I think He invited me to the next level of that trust, a better, cozier one–He helped me understand what it means to be that little child, to understand it more from my heart.
It helps me to not just imagine how children are, but to remember how I felt as my dad’s child. I trusted him so absolutely that trust didn’t even need to be thought of–I took it for granted in just the way I know Abba wants me to with Him. I never questioned if I’d be okay. I felt absolutely safe with him.
One time my family was driving across Kansas at night and there were tornadoes everywhere, and we had to seek shelter in a church basement overnight. I remember being more excited than afraid. I even remember imagining the car being whisked away while we were down there, and the very church over our heads, but somehow I knew I’d be okay. That was because Dad was taking care of us like he did 100% of the time. The flow from comfort to potential disaster didn’t alter my trust in Dad or his surely taking care of me. He just would.
I need to apply that to Abba. His care of me is absolute. Accept it wholeheartedly. I can’t go wrong.